"Four Butterbeers, please!"
The bartender nodded. It was Hogmeads weekend and the inn was brimming.
"I don't really appreciate it, Malfoy."
"Oh lighten up Riddle! It's going to be a tough year might as well be the last chance to properly loosen up." Said Abraxas Malfoy securing a table away from view line.
"Aren't you coming?"
Tom Riddle simply sat down on the stool at the bar counter. Getting his answer Black walked towards the table secured for rest of the group.
Tom observed and listened around the inn sipping his first glass of butterbeer. He knew it wouldn't be his last. His friends were keen on getting drunk this year and the next. Blasted coming of age!
The barmaids were whispering and giggling in the corner of the counter as they observed one village girl. The bartender was getting irritated. It was always the weekends. His inn 'The Three Broomsticks' was the local water hole and socialising centre of the village as well as the students. If only it came without any splitting headaches!
The sun had set and the inn was packed with the students as well as villagers. The inn was bustling with noise and laughter. People were busy getting drunk and barmaids gossiping.
It was his first firefrisky after four butterbeers. His friends had been very persistent. He had never drunk so much before and sure as hell was getting tipsy but the snippets of conversations were quite interesting.
" . . . . I tell you Beth has been hanging on to him since last week and she is quite there."
"Of course. And remember what she said, don't you?"
The barmaids nodded to each other before busting into giggles. Tom turned to see his group busy getting drunk and flirting with girls. He only hoped to get to the castle in dignified state; after all he had a reputation to keep.
Beth made her way to the counter with spring in her steps. Bill was going to be hers tonight. She had been wooing him since last week and if everything went as planned tonight he would be hers forever.
The door opened and walked in a girl taking off her coat.
"Oh sorry!" said the girl who clashed into Beth. Beth simply glared and walked away. Silly Hogwarts girls! Walk around as if they own the place. With a huff she reached the counter and nodded to the barmaids. Beth was forever grateful to the barmaids, if not for them it would have been difficult. She looked around to check if someone was watching, just in case.
Abraxas signalled to the barmaids to bring another round of firefrisky for their table before turning to the girl again.
Firefrisky came; Beth grabbed the nearest once and inconspicuously laced two of them with ten drops of lust potion each. Just in case. She turned to someone calling her name.
Barmaid grabbed the firefrisky leaving the two glasses near the Beth girl. One more day and I can breath again.
Tom grabbed the one left just as a girl sat down next to him and ordered a firefrisky. Firefrisky was so good that he can't be bothered who sat next to him and anyway he couldn't see her face.
Beth turned back and grabbed the two glasses; her Bill was drunk and impatient. Someone from beside scowled at her but she couldn't care less.
Tom heard the girl order another one with a scowl as he sipped his. He was almost done when the girl turned to look at him. His breath hitched. She was beautiful.
Abraxas and the group made their way towards the counter. It was time to go and they were in for luck. Tonight they were all getting laid. If only Riddle joined too it would be perfect. As they got closer he saw Riddle deep in conversation with a girl. Interested he walked quickly. The girl was laughing obviously drunk. He reached the counter to pay but his lord didn't even acknowledge him. Smirking he made up his mind.
"My friend over there will be staying." Abraxas nodded towards Riddle. The owner nodded accepting the pay for a room too.
"What about Riddle?" said Black as Abraxas manoeuvred the group towards the door.
Abraxas turned to the group who were trying to look over his shoulder at their lord, not catching any glimpse of Riddle.
"He will be at school tomorrow. If anyone asks just say he is tired and sleeping." Said Abraxas with finality. The others nodded, too drunk to argue and walked out. Behind them Malfoy walked last.
He eyed as she finished the firefrisky. She was drunk yet moved with grace. It was so enchanting to watch, he simply couldn't take his eyes off her. His eyes moved to lips as she put down the glass and licked her lips. Blood coursed though his body, eyes darkened with lust. His eyes flicked to gaze into her eyes with need.